See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet. The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back; These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe," Inviolable. Gods of the winged shoe! With them the silver hounds, sniffing the trace of air! Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG THE POPPY-LAND EXPRESS by EDGAR WADE ABBOT MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK |